In the hours of the morning
When the moon's tucked away
Birds are singing from their homes
And it's time to leave my own (my own)
Father taught me how to lie
And then how to tie
I want to dance with you soon
Under the moon (la la la)
No I'm not from this part of town
You've got me confused with some bum hanging around
Here comes the trash man
Here come their ruddy, ruddy eyes
Here comes the dirty, dirty truck
To clean this place up
And to take me
From here